#grey's answers

[grey-rambles]

Hi!! Is it okay if I ask for a inbox check (Basically what requests are currently in your inbox) if not that’s okay! I just wanted to make sure a request I sent was actually sent and tumblr didn’t end up eating it.

- You can call me 🎀 Anon if you allow for anon emojis:)

Hello! Nice to meet you, 🎀 anon!

I currently have three requests in my inbox; I'm very slow lol. Here there are, very badly summarized and paraphrased:

-platonic fluff with Quackity

-Lovejoy sing along with Wilbur

-comforting Wilbur after a nightmare

[hinamie]

realizing how much i like drawing him a million years too late :<

[yakichoufd]

I just gotta say, I love the amount of pet names Scott uses for Nathan in your comics it's so wholesome 😊💕💕

I guess that's my one headcanon for them! Scott only uses pet names for his baby bean!

[greykolla-art]

Your Alastor looks like he's struggling to stay sane and I love it

Thank you! 😁

He’s so fun and normal!

[timbit-robin-art]

Can you doodle Jean and Scott, please? 🙏

Their relationship makes me very sad, but I think in a good way (when it’s written well). It’s hard to describe. So I offer Jean helping Scott through a migraine instead of yapping.

[originalartblog]

pamper tiny chuuya tooo pleaseeeee (also can i see tiny verlaine and rimbaud) 🙏

I tinified them :)

[beartitled]

I saw you draw the burned grey before but could you draw the drowned grey?

She angy

[canisalbus]

What kind of clothes would Vasco wear after Machete's death? He tends to wear bright and warm colors, and I was wondering if he would start wearing dark and cool colors to reflect his inner state

I also had thought that he might start to veer towards more somber shades. In reality, late 16th century fashion was dominated by dark colors, if you look at portraits from late renaissance/early baroque eras you quickly notice that pitch black was the most fashionable color (compare that to early and high renaissance fashion from 1400 to 1550 which was visibly more vibrant and colorful). I might be bending the timeline a little bit by having him dress in vivid blues with gold accents, but it's his signature style and I think it mirrors his luminous, free-spirited and approachable personality well. After Machete's death he might've experienced a period where jewel tones had lost their luster to him.

[quiddling]

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they dislike each other very muchly

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Results from the ‘Who is the tallest MDZS Character poll! Thank you all for voting!

[snakebites-and-ink]

Feel free to expand on the weirdly loving handler and living weapon thingy you blessed our eyeballs with 👀👀

F-feel free to share more 👀👀

The thingy in question

With pleasure :D

I hope you wanted a lot more because this got long.

You can have:

Cuddles with undertones of power dynamics

Handler gently guiding/maneuvering a currently very dissociated living weapon (possibly after a hard mission/battle/something else that was difficult for them to go through)

Dogged loyalty and devotion

Weapon too conditioned to fully understand what they’re feeling

Both protective of each other but express it in different ways according to their roles

Denial. Denial that the living weapon is really a person, denial that one or both of them have gotten too attached/emotional about the other, denial about the ways the relationship is unhealthy, whatever else.

Can’t express their love/care the way two people normally would but find other ways to show it to each other.

They get each other in a certain way that no one else does, see sides of each other that aren't shown in many other situations

The drastic contrast between violence on the field and tenderness in private

And it comes in different varieties

Flavor 1: “I take care of my things.”

Very possessive

Heavy on the dehumanization

Handler/owner won’t let the weapon forget that they’re no more than an object in their eyes; every kindness and comfort serves as a reminder of this because each one is the handler taking care of and maintaining a thing that belongs to them.

—But they’re a very valued object. Maybe they’re expensive. Maybe they’re irreplaceable. Maybe the handler is very picky discerning about what kind of living weapon they’ll work with and others don’t fit the bill. Maybe they’ve saved the handler’s life more times than anyone else the handler has worked with on the field. Regardless of the reason, the handler won’t even entertain the idea of tossing the weapon aside like any other object.

A form of ownership that looks a lot like love. It’s hard to tell where the lines are drawn between sole ownership and monogamy, between maintenance and tenderness, between carefulness and caringness.

Handler definitely will not share. This weapon is theirs and theirs alone. You are not taking it on a mission without them.

Flavor 2: Basically BDSM but more questionable in the “safe, sane, and consensual” department.

Heavy on the affection & fondness. Probably in both directions.

Handler treats the weapon as more than an object, but never as a peer. They’re beloved but ultimately expected to obey.

One or both of them delight in their unequal roles.

Likely some kind of tension and want between the handler and the weapon. Also probably in both directions.

Some dubcon intimacy going on. I’ll let you decide how dubious and how intimate. Suffice it to say, the weapon is conditioned to do what their handler tells them, and that conditioning doesn’t just disappear when they leave the battlefield.

Maybe there is some consent involved, at least at some stage. Maybe they volunteered to become a living weapon out of their own desires.

Flavor 3: Stuck in this situation and doing what they can to be nice

Handler knows this is a weapon but it looks so human

Surely the conditioning can’t completely eliminate their emotions. They must be able to feel the difference between kindness and callousness even if they don’t show it. It would be cruel not to give them gentleness and comfort when they’re past the point of being able to seek it out for themself.

Finding excuses for the “unnecessarily” nice treatment. It’s to keep them operating in peak condition. It’s to reinforce their loyalty to their handler and contrast with the violence of the enemy. It’s because it would be more unnecessary work for the handler to break the habits they formed interacting with actual people. It’s because the handler has fallen for those doe eyes.

Would probably decondition them if they were in any place to do so. But they have to answer to a higher power, whether that be a commanding officer or a greater moral good, etc. so instead they focus on making the aspects that they can control of the situation they are in more merciful and comfortable even as they continue to use them as a weapon.

Flavor 4: Love each other but both believe the dehumanization.

Conditioned like you wouldn’t believe

Maybe the handler has fallen for propaganda. Maybe they took the weapon at their very conditioned word. Maybe they’ve gone through some kind of conditioning themself. Regardless, they see the living weapon as just that: a living weapon. Definitely not a person, but not some lifeless, inanimate thing either.

There’s a deep, non-sexual intimacy to the relationship between a weapon and its wielder. To depend on another to save your life time and again, to destroy foes you could never overcome with your own bare hands. To trust someone so deeply you respond to their orders faster than you can assess a threat or target yourself, so completely you don’t even think to question them. To participate together in the intense acts of killing and fighting for your life.

That forms a bond no one else can truly understand. No relationship in polite society compares with one founded on mortal peril and unquestioning faith.

In the end one is a person and one is a weapon, but they’ve both developed a love for the other. Their relationship is built on the difference in their roles and functionally inextricable from that difference, yet is defined by more than roles alone. If you asked them what they were to each other they would say “It’s my weapon” and “They’re my wielder” with absolute surety, but they would say it with love in their eyes and fondness in their voices.

Flavor 5: Handler doesn’t realize how deeply gentle their treatment affects the weapon

Maybe the handler considers it basic human decency. Maybe they consider it more efficient to keep their weapon in top condition. Maybe they’re just a naturally gentle person. Regardless, they treat the weapon better than any handler or trainer before them but (at least initially) don’t think much of it.

No one else has shown the weapon any sort of kindness since before they were a weapon.

Taken by surprise when the weapon breaks down crying in a tender moment

Handler is kind because it just makes sense. Cruelty doesn’t serve any purpose. It doesn’t have especial meaning to them.

In contrast, the kindness means everything to the living weapon. They become deeply devoted to the handler over it.

Maybe the handler finds out how much it means to the weapon. Do they try to tell them it’s no big deal? Do they make it more of a point to always show that kindness now that they know how important it is? Do they worry this means the weapon needs more conditioning?

I’ve had this on the mind a lot can you tell

[grey-rambles]

if the pittsburgh penguins are the bird boys..what are the steelers?

losing to the eagles

Hmmmm, haven't thought about that, tbh

I don't follow *shudders* football

[gandalf-the-fool]

[babybluebex]

PLEASE nasty eddie munson !!! trying not to get caught !!! filth

writing this in a fugue state and idk what i'm really writing, i am being autopiloted by horny rn lol hope it's good cw smut MINORS DNI, degradation, slapping, squirting, creampie, everyone in this 18+ and if you aren’t you shouldn’t be reading this

his hand covers your mouth, and you can taste the sweat on his palm. who knows how long you’ve been in the small bathroom stall; you lost track of time. all you are sure of is that you’re about to cum again.

“eddie!” you whimper through his hand, and his belt jingles as he fucks up into you again. the position is awkward, your body canted forward slightly and eddie’s knees bent to get at your pussy, but it works for the purposes you need it to. eddie’s cock is spearing in and out of you at a relentless pace, his chain and belt jostling together loudly, almost loud enough that you’re worried you’ll get caught. his hand covers your mouth to keep you quiet, because he knows how loud you can get when he’s balls deep in you, and you’re grateful for his foresight, because, without it, you’d be screaming.

eddie shushes you, his hips pistoning and fucking you hard. you don’t often fuck at school, usually being able to at least wait until after school and fucking in the back of eddie’s van, but eddie was insatiable. you knew he would be the moment you pulled on that plaid skirt that morning; your boyfriend is predictable. “don’t wanna get caught, babydoll,” eddie whispers, biting at your ear. “gotta stay quiet.”

your hands scramble for purchase, for something to hold onto as your third orgasm nears, and you reach out and press your hands to the wall of the bathroom stall. your fingernails dig into it as eddie’s balls slap your ass loudly, and you moan behind his hand as his cock spears that spongy spot inside of you. you almost see stars with the pleasure that you feel, and your poor knees shake and nearly buckle with it. “eddie!” you gasp as his thrusts grow harder and slower, fucking you deeper and deeper. “i’m gonna cum!”

“oh, again?” eddie laughs, able to parse out your words from behind his hand. “silly little thing, you like when i fuck you like this?” his words are punctuated with hard slams of your hips down onto his. your pretty skirt is crumpled almost up to your tits and your panties are forgotten on the floor, and eddie’s hand drops from your mouth to reach down. your stomach flips, knowing what he’s set on doing, and you almost start to protest— “no, eddie, please, can’t take it!”— but you realize that it doesn’t matter. eddie’s gonna play with your clit, even if you beg him not to.

his fat fingers play with your little button, rubbing it and flicking it and pinching it, doing everything to make your legs shake and your lips squeal. he’s magic with his fingers, but he pauses to place a light slap on your cheek. “shut the fuck up,” he growls. “you wanna get caught? you want the hall monitor to come in here and find me fucking you?”

“no!” you cry, and you sniffle as your cheek flames. it doesn’t hurt, but knowing that he’s not above slapping you excited you. maybe he’ll do it again if you keep being loud. “eddie, please, gonna cum again!”

“do it,” he tells you. “cum on my cock, dolly, such a perfect little hole, can’t wait to feel you squeeze me again. fuck, i might cum too.”

you chant his name, unsure how much longer you’ll last if he keeps up the way he’s fucking into your sticky cunt and fingering your clit. his hand comes up to cover your mouth again and you squeak, your hands lifting from the wall of the stall to grab at his wrist. he’s huffing in your ear and mumbling little things about “yes, dolly” and “so good, baby” and you can’t help but whine and cry as your cunt throbs around his thick cock. before you know it, you feel that familiar heat snapping in your thighs and belly, and you cry “eddie, i’m—!”

your orgasm rips through you, making you shake and cry, and you don’t realize that you’re squirting until eddie points it out. “fuck, there she is!” he exclaims with a laugh, and he bites your neck as his chest heaves with laughter. “good fucking girl, getting me all messy. fuck, baby, i’m cumming inside you.”

“please,” you whimper. “please, need it, please give it to me, eddie.”

he gives you one extra thrust, and then he cums hard, hard enough for his breath to knock from his chest and for him to moan loudly in your ear. if nobody has found you yet, eddie’s moan definitely makes it obvious what’s happening. you feel it filling you up, spilling out of you, and you feel it coating your thighs as eddie stills inside you, panting and heaving.

“god, babydoll,” eddie whispers, dropping his hands to your waist and rubbing your hips with his thumbs. “you alright? you came really hard.”

“yeah” you whisper, and eddie shifts to slide out of you. he helps you tug your panties back up onto your legs, and he smooths your skirt down your thighs like a good boyfriend.

“good” eddie says. “how many times did you cum? 3?”

“right” you said, smoothing your fingers under your eyes and finding your mascara all smudged up from your overstimulated tears.

“that’s awesome” eddie grins, and he smacks your ass before he does up his belt. “same time tomorrow?”

“tomorrow?” you laugh. “i’ll need a week to recover from that.”

“hmm” eddie says. “that’s what you think. tomorrow, baby.”

“maybe tonight?” you asked, pressing your hands to his chest. “i can come over and we can watch a movie, and maybe… i can suck you off?”

eddie smiles widely, and he drags you into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he grabs your ass. “you keep getting better and better” he says. “i’ll see you then.”

[greykolla-art]

have you seen this art? it reminds me so much of your radiorose drawings!!

Oh HECK YEAH!🤩

[timbit-robin-art]

i loooove your band au it's so cute!! do they have a band name? why did the O5 have a falling out and what did jean, bobby, and warren play? i'm imagining they get their first gig at harry's hideaway because he graciously allows them to set up in the corner and play as long as they don't bother anyone lol. rogue and gambit both go (rogue drives them and helps them set up, gambit goes to cheer on storm) and that's how they meet

I’m glad people enjoy my silly band idea. I unfortunately have no idea what they would call themselves, but I’m sure some ridiculous ideas were proposed from each member. I’d love to hear ideas.

Ah, the O5… I think they split up because of a combination of reasons. 1.) Worthington Senior urging Warren to return home as Worthington Industries’ heir. 2.) Jean going to a prep school so she can graduate early be the professor’s intern in mutant politics. 3.) Hank’s plans to intern at Stark Industries, which he ultimately doesn’t go through with after he transforms. Of course, there would be petty drama on the side that would further strain things, but those three would probably be the main reasons.

I think Hank looking into Stark Industries would be a big contributor because Bobby would feel betrayed. They promised to stay together, and after Bobby learned about Warren and Jean’s situations, he at least thought that he would have Hank. So, to catch Hank researching about a full time internship would really hurt.

I also think that Warren would initially do everything in his power not to return home until he learns about Jean’s plans. He thinks she’s only doing this because it’s what the professor wants, but then he learns Jean is actually really looking forward to this. I also think he’s bitter about Scott’s encouragement of Jean’s plans, because it’s splitting their group apart. And then when Bobby and Hank finally have their confrontation, he feels like trying to ignore his fate is childish and he should just give in to his father’s plans.

They all used to live at the institute together, but then Warren returned home and Jean is abroad at her prep school. It’s very tense between Scott, Hank, and Bobby, but Scott and Hank eventually making up again probably makes Bobby get over his hurt. He didn’t really take the band as seriously as the others; he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Bobby would later show up to the band’s gigs as support, and who knows… maybe Warren and Jean would, as well.

Scott played the drums, Jean was the pianist, Hank was guitar, Warren was vocals (and maybe another guitar player), and Bobby was bass.

Back to the current band set up, Gambit 100% comes to their performances, which eventually leads him to meet Rogue;

Gambit is already the band’s uncle, so it makes sense that he hits it off with the band’s new aunt. Mr. Logan found Gambit suspicious at first (and to be fair, Mr. Logan is at least 80% sure he saw Gambit pickpocket someone from across the room), but when he sees how much Gambit cares for Storm, he begrudgingly lets go of his suspicions. He still keeps a watchful eye over Gambit and Rogue’s interactions, though. Rogue’s still his child.

Bahhh, so many fun ideas with this. I think it would be really cute if other X-Men are thrown into the mix. They may not be a part of the band, but they still contribute to the chaos of the private school (I think it would be funny if Piotr was an art club member who does art for the band, and Sean was one of their sound crew guys. Any ideas for other X-Men?).